WHAT IS A MAN — based on Psalms 121, 22, 144 —- © 2019 by Myron Schreck
What is a man? He’s but a series of breaths, as compared to the mountains and the vast ocean depths. He is but dust … that returns to the earth … at the end of his days.
What is a man? He is inclined to be violent, causing pain with his words and disdain with his silence. He is a light … that will turn into darkness … at the end of his days.
Hiding in caves, I’m pursued by my foes – broken in spirit and mind. Covered by spiders, I hide in the dark, and I struggle with faith through the night.
I’m not a man; I’m just a worm crushed and flat. I am all poured out like water; my heart is melted like wax. I have no strength. I’m dried up and forsaken. Who will answer my cries? Who will answer my cries?
Raising my eyes, I look towards the mountains. Where can I turn to for help? My help will come through my faith. Let me not falter … or lose my way.
I cannot speak; my tongue is cleaved to my teeth. I am surrounded by beasts … ripping my hands and my feet. Mocked and despised. I’m alone and I’m left … in the dry dust of death. In the dry dust of death.

What is a man? His days will pass like a shadow. His deceits will be revealed. And his deeds will prove fallow.
But the people … content with their fates … will be blessed all their days.
